its unlikely

i used to believe in hope and it was in the form of you, traveling down parkways holding hands to eighteen wheelers, being pulled over for carrying unchecked cargo crossing county lines and being on the wrong thruways... apologies lead to regret and sorrow and once in a while to understanding 

as the sun approaches and the clouds become afraid of your approaching march

its all part of the master plan, bugs and vermin crawl out from underneath new york sofas, welcome their partners with beetle juice and brie, smiles and thank yous

beehives spin 

honey is consumed

currents in the water

feelings you cant see 

emotions gathered 

while the cars rust on the side of the road due to electric currents frying their curtain calls, your legs become crusted and calloused, big toes join the renaissance and bow down to their brethren, mistaken identities common law happenstance and none of us know who we are anymore so we become members of churches and clubs , reading about gods from Oprah's suggestions just so we can feel like we belong to something larger then ourselves, its true if you look into your eyes, staring into mirrors the only thing you will find is yourself or prescription medications leading you down caverns of withdrawal and acceptance, eventually you'll be relaxed enough to enjoy the ride and you wont have to buy the gas for three dollars a gallon

its the only way to get around unfortunately 

just ask our Saudi cousins